From the black series taken in Mumbai by photographer Ajay Koli
Maieli is art.
You are not a graveyard.
Stop opening your arms
to those who are only
looking for a place to
rest their tired bones.
Pavana पवन (via maza-dohta)
Why should I retract my claws for you?
What do I earn from playing nice?
I’ll choke on the cries I leave in my throat.
I am not sorry.
If I am angry, I will be angry.
I will be blinding light
I will be rage and shaky hands
I will be venom and teary eyes
I will not laugh at your jokes
I will not tuck my fangs away to smile for you.
I will look you dead in the eye
I will spit out teeth that are not mine.
Note to self: crying doesn’t make you weak
Some days bleed. Some days are so sensitive, you don’t even want to get out of bed. These are the best days, though. You grab them by their pulse and you keep going, because something is happening in the universe that is making you feel so much. It’s a small glitch, an overflow, and you have been chosen to carry the extra weight. For one, small day, you are the sole bearer of this unnamed pain. You are a spot of light on the map of the world. Anyone or anything from another part of the galaxy will see you and think “I didn’t know people could be stars.”